*in a car with music playing*me: pretends I am in a music video and stares dramatically out the window.
HOLY FUCK ORPHAN BLACK
why you gotta drop like 5 bombs on me all at once, whilst I’m still recovering from the split second where i thought Kasema was dead.
It got better!!
Welcome to clone club, Kasema Kneehose. Please have a seat between Titty Malaysia and Evil Broccoli.
Kasema Kneehose and Dolphine Cornmine
this one time in art class we were painting and my teacher was like
"hannah take off your jacket id hate for you to get paint on your led zeppelin sweater"
and i was just like
are you a boy? your clothes are boy clothes.
are you a girl? your clothes are girl clothes.
are you outside the binary of boy and girl? so are your clothes.
did someone just tell you your clothes don’t match your gender identity? they are a trashcan and their clothes are trashcan clothes.
Or in the words of Eddie Izzard..
Because this cannot be reblogged enough.
As if I needed more reasons to love Eddie Izzard.